The Adventures Of Sophie Ep 6.. where to piss?

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So there I was..feeling like I held all the power. I could decide whether to be nice, and use the loo, or naughty and piss somewhere in Cass's living room.  With the other girls all making suggestions as to where I could go, & me pretending to be unsure as to whether to have a naughty piss or use a toilet (lets be honest, I was always going to naughty piss) I felt in a very privileged position.. 

There were two reasons I was pretending to be unsure;  firstly,  if you are going to be extremely naughty and piss over your friend's carpet or wherever, it's probably best that you at least make it look like you have some pretence of it being something you were talked into by others, or by circumstance. You don't want to appear too immediately keen to do it.....you never know when the tables might be turned. 

But secondly, and for me anyway  even more importantly,  is it just builds the naughtiness. You have 5 or 6 girls...all really keen to know if you'll have a naughty piss somewhere you shouldn't, somewhere really naughty and 'unladylike'..... I love that word.  You're in control and it feels great.

They're all keen to know whether you're going to do it, for conflicting reasons.  One of them doesn't want you to do it and is desperately hoping you'll use a proper toilet like a good girl..the others all want you to treat yourself, give in to the temptation and have a wee-wee somewhere you know you shouldn't....so why not enjoy that anticipation.  'A pleasure deferred is a pleasure increased' is a phrase you rarely hear nowadays in this 'everything now' culture, but it is so true. The thought of having a naughty piss somewhere in Cass's room..the tingle of anticipation, the thrill of choice and of listening to my friends call out suggestions. This was almost as good as the actual piss, and I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could.

I also wanted to be absolutely at bursting point when I finally went. Knowing that relief was at hand; that although I was bursting, I would be able to piss whenever I needed to, took away the negative feelings you have when you need a wee but are nowhere near a loo and fear embarrassment and shame. There was none of that here;  there would only be acclaim and cheering from the vast majority of the room, so I could wait until the last possible second before spraying an incredibly powerful jet that the girls would love.  

Again the anticipation of that was amazing..another pleasure worth deferring, the acclamation of my peers.  Or pee-rs to be more accurate!!!!  It would be amazing to hear their response.  Plus the longer I could wait the more I'd be able to piss for, and the greater impact it would have. I wanted to soak my chosen target with every possible drop, so every minute I could hold on  meant I would have more ammunition for my naughty pee..and I knew I could hold a few more minutes at least, if I kept my hand shoved in my crotch.

So I waited and listened as the girls made suggestions

"She said anywhere but her carpet..what about one of her beautiful vases?"  yelled Jessica

"You cow!" yelled Cass at Jess and then to me "don't even think about it"

"I could bring her kettle through and you could go in that" suggested Nikki

"Don't listen to them" said Cass  "PLEASE just use the toilet"

"There's always the curtains..they look expensive" suggested Michelle

"oh..or one of her books from the bookshelf" suggested Debbie

"will you guys just shut the fuck up and stop giving her ideas?" yelled Cass, futilely

I was quite surprised no-one suggested the sofa. Maybe they thought that would appear too much. After all it was not a cheap sofa, so maybe they, who weren't actively into naughty pissing like me, felt that was going too far. 

Mind you Renee hadn't made any suggestion at all..there was always the possibility she had thought of it and was keeping it to herself.  After all if I did piss on the sofa, how would she top that?  She couldn't.  But equally she might have not mentioned it as she thought it was beyond the pale too. Was I crossing the line?. 

Thing is, I knew it would be amazing to wee on a sofa. I'll be honest, I've wanted to do it ever since I was a little girl. It just seems so wrong..so bad..so exciting and dangerous.  But could I really?  Cass was my mate....but then again we would make it right with her afterwards and 3 girls had already had a wee-wee on her carpet..including Cass!  But given that the others hadn't suggested using her sofa as my toilet,  would I cause too much shock? Would it suddenly go quiet, like when everyone is exchanging banter and someone goes that bit too far and there's an awkward leaden silence.  What if I did it and they turned on me?  I was still debating this when Sarah gently said  "Maybe she's had enough..can you make it to the toilet Sophie?"

Everyone looked at me.  To be honest I wasn't sure..maybe I could have..but there was no way I was going to. The one place I wouldn't be pissing was a loo..what a waste of an opportunity that would be.

But equally maybe the sofa was a step too far. I made a decision.

"I don't think so....maybe I could use a vase?"

The other girls began to giggle and murmur and I was feeling good about myself for overcoming temptation.  The vase piss would be naughty but it would wash out really easily and Cass would be grateful.  Michelle reached out and picked up the opaque blue vase and handed it to me.

"No" yelled Cass "you are not going to piss in my vase..I absolutely forbid it..just use the toilet you selfish bitch!"

Now..I know Cass didn't mean anything by the use of that word...and I know she was just trying to save her stuff, as I would have in her position, but in my mind I now knew I had desperately wanted an excuse to soak her sofa.  I needed a reason to be able to give that sofa a thorough drenching in my fresh hot wee-wee. I had just wanted or needed an excuse.. any excuse.... to allow my conscience to say 'you are allowed to do it'..and she had given me it.  In reality most of my brain, and other parts of me had effectively tied up my conscience and put a gun to it's head and told it to give me the okay..and this really was the flimsiest of reasons to justify using my friend's sofa as my personal toilet...but it worked. I decided right there and then I was going to do it..I had made up my mind now..there was no going back. If my friends thought I'd gone too far, if I lost Cass's friendship..all these rational objections were overriden by the thought that this was the one chance I would have to live out my fantasy of ruining another girls' expensive sofa..so I just could not turn it down.  

Not that I was going to reveal my hand too soon..revenge being a dish best served cold, unlike my piss..which would be served hot and fresh from me and onto her precious sofa.

"Okay" I said.. "you win. I will try and make it to the loo..but if none of you are offended I'm going to take my skirt and knickers off here..when you're near the loo itself you need to go even more so the last thing I need to be doing then is trying to get my clothes down". 

The great benefit of this lie was it had a lining of truth..desperation really does increase the closer you get to a loo so if I was going to use the loo, it made sense for me to strip off here. But of course I had no intention of using a boring real toilet. 

There were several glum faces as I gingerly sat down on the sofa....the gingerly sitting wasn't acting either..I really was absolutely bursting for a wee, and I didn't want to waste any of my precious cargo.    The glum faces told me they had believed my story too and thought they wouldn't get to see another naughty piss. 

"Close your eyes if you like"  I said as I began to disrobe.. but no-one did. All eyes were fixed on me, and I have to say I quite enjoyed that, as  I undid my shoes and removed them,  before unhooking my short black skater skirt and throwing it off.  

Now..I bet if I asked you what colour knickers you were wearing you wouldn't be able to tell me without checking  (you'd probably want to ask what the hell business of mine it was too, but we'll leave that for now) . You don't remember the panties you're wearing do you? Unless you're selecting underwear especially for a date that might lead somewhere!  But day to day you just pick the first clean pair you find..or at least I do. 

So imagine my delight when I saw I was wearing my 'little miss naughty' panties.  How perfect.  I do like them..they're cheeky, and normally no-one  (except my hubby if he's around when I'm dressing) knows I am wearing them.  I get a little frisson of excitement when I wear them in the school where I teach. It's silly really, but it just feels quite sexy. Because we all know the connotation when a grown woman wears panties that say 'little miss naughty' and they aren't paying homage to Roger Hargreaves! 

So that slightly risque notion always gives me a warm glow.. and in fact when I do spot I'm wearing them at work, when I peel them down when having a wee in the loo,  I often imagine a situation where all the kids and other teachers have left, and it's just me and I'm able to find somewhere very naughty in the school to wee. I've never done it of course. (far too dangerous) but when wearing my 'miss naughty' panties, I often think about doing it..and so for me to be wearing them today, of all days..well that was special.  I was going to be very naughty..but not in the sexual connotation usually associated with a grown up woman being 'naughty' ..I was going to be really naughty ..I was going to piss on a sofa.

to be continued

Edited February 7, 2018 by pobox9847

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I wish I could rate this more than once, I absolutely love it! It was beautifully written and you did an amazing job creating suspense! I love how none of the other girls know what Sophie is about to do, they're in for quite a shock! Can't wait for the next part.

Thank you!